“Hermione, I’m not talking to her! I don’t want to ever see her again! She’s – ”

“You are so stubborn, Fred Weasley! She hasn’t come out of that room in four days! She’s cried herself to sleep every night and she won’t eat!! You need to go in and talk to her, Fred!”

“She doesn’t want to see me – ”

“You don’t know that!”

“You don’t know that she does!”

“Yes I do!”

“She’s probably sleeping!”

“FRED WEASLEY!!”

At that moment the door opened and slammed shut. I heard someone stumble their way around. I quietly heard a “God” from the other side of me. I turned over and shakily opened my eyes the rest of the way. There stood Fred. My heart fell to a million pieces. I hadn’t seen him in what felt like so long. I had forgotten what he looked like, even though I had dreamed about him every night since…well…

“…Hey…” I said.

“Hi. Um, good morning.” I could tell he felt awkward. Uncomfortable. He stood there for a minute, which I appreciated. I didn’t want him to come over to me. I probably smelled. And I looked absolutely atrocious. Besides, all I wanted to do was look at him.

“Why are you in here?” I asked.

“Oh, um…well, you see…uh…” he didn’t know how to say it. He walked a bit closer to my bed. “Can…can I…um…sit?” I nodded. I really didn’t want him to, but the closer he was to me, the more beautiful he looked. I curled my knees up and hugged them to make room. He practically sat right on them. Wow, he smelled amazing.

“…How are you?” I asked.

“Uh…I’m…I’m good…” he said. That made me sad. I wanted him to feel as miserable as I did. He probably had started dating Angelina or some other girl. No; word had probably gotten around about Oliver. Angelina would have broken up with him. He definitely was dating her now…or at least talking to her.

“And you?” he asked. I looked at him as if to ask ‘is that a serious question?’ “Uh…oh…yeah, I guess, you, uh…”

‘Just shut up,’ I wanted to say. I wanted him out now. I didn’t want to see him anymore.

“Okay, uh, look…” he started. “I’m not good. I’m miserable. Right after you told me about…what happened…I…God, this is gonna make me look so stupid…” There was a pause before he continued.

“Fred, you don’t have to tell me anything,” I assured him.

“No, Emma, I do,” he said cutting me off. “You need to know. You should know.” I could tell he was torn still, but he continued anyway.

“When you told me that Oliver had kissed you,” he started. “I, um…I went back to my dorm…and I cried. I cried like an effin baby…” …What?

‘He cried over me?!’ I thought.

“God, you probably think I’m so stupid now – ”

“No,” I said touching his hand. I hadn’t really meant to. It just happened. This was a surprise to both of us. We both stared at each other’s hands there, just lying on top of the other.

He looked up at me and our eyes were locked to each other’s. I really, really missed him now. I wanted to cry because I knew that he would leave and I would continue to lye here another four days heartbroken, sick and hungry. Yeah, great idea, Hermione. Re-break my heart. He looked back down at my hands and his fingers started playing around mine so his was on top. He held it there.

“I mean, it’s not like you cried for four days or anything like me…” I fake laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah…only two…” he confessed. My heart swelled up.

‘He cried over me for 2 days?!!’ I thought.

“…Heh…um, wow…I…I forgot how soft your hands were…” he commented. He looked back at my eyes while he played with my fingers.

“Do…do you want to know why I cried?” he asked. There was a pause for a moment.

“Why?” I asked then. I really was curious. He laughed briefly.

“God, I’ll sound so stupid,” he said.

“Tell me, Fred…” I wanted to know so badly. It was tearing me apart. He looked in my eyes. He stopped playing with my fingers. I put my hand on top of his. He looked back down again at our hands holding each other’s. He put his hand on mine again and moved in slowly toward me. I was confused at first at what he was doing. When he kissed me, I didn’t care. I missed his lips and, for now at least, they were mine again. He kissed my lips softly and slowly pulled away. He paused, however, it wasn’t long until his lips melted back onto mine again, this time more aggressive and passionate. He put his hand along the upper part of your neck and brought me in closer as I kissed him back. He moved his other hand off of mine and put it on the other side of my neck while I pulled on his shirt, which made him get so close to me. He laid me down on my back and he got on top of me. I put my hands slowly up his shirt. He put his up mine too, slowly taking off my shirt as his tongue tangled with mine. I turned him over and started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing him more and more vigorously. He started to take my shorts off and I undid his pants. I wanted to fuck so bad. I wanted to with Fred and only Fred. I loved him. I knew I did. I was pulling his pants slowly down from his waist, when he stopped me.

“So…does this mean we’re back together?” he asked, with a smirk on his face.

“…I…I don’t want to just do this just because we’re dating though…” I said. I laid down next to him, the love of my life. I just laid there for a few minutes, playing with each other’s fingers and Fred traced his nose along my neck and hair, which I figured smelled like absolute shit at the moment.

“Do you still want to know why I cried?” he asked after awhile.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Because…” he looked at my eyes and we were lost in each other's. “I love you, Emma...”

‘WHAT?!’ my heart stopped beating.

“I really do. I mean, shit, this is gonna sound so corny but, seriously…I can’t live without you, Emma. You are my best friend and you are everything I want and everything I need and so beautiful and the hottest prankster I know,” we shared a laugh there. “I am just so, completely in love with you…I don’t want anyone else.”

“You’re lying,” I said, smiling. He turned over to his side and caressed my face.

“I would never lie to you…” he said softly. He kissed me softly on the lips. I couldn’t breathe. Fred Weasley was in love with me?!! I couldn’t believe it. He broke away from me and he bit his lip like he’d done something wrong.

“Fred, I love you too,” I assured him. “I always have.” He smiled the biggest smile any person could get. We started kissing again and he got on top of me. I was in a complete madness of love with him. I was so in love. And what I loved more was that he was so much more in love with me.